"Good thing they did, the bastards." He reached in front of her for the bottle of wine - no need to wait on the food, right? "At least it'll come back to bite them in the arse. My rubber stamps were fine, thank you. All the usual pranks-gone-wrong, those are the 'accepted' stamp. The idiot who keeps writing to say his stove is trying to kill him, that's the 'denied' stamp. I'd like a 'bloody batty' stamp, for the old bag who swears her budgerigar is a dark wizard." He pulled out a couple of glasses. "She's named it Merwyn. She's very proud."
He wondered what it would be like in a couple of years, when he was out on real case work - if they would both be trying to find something else to talk about, when they did get to see one another.